people aren’t happy... few are sad..... few believe they could be happier..... forget about me.... frankly that doesn’t matter no more..... maybe i’m bein delusionary .... n’ yes... sometimes that helps..... but i’m switchin subjects.. somethin in which i’m so good at.... but maybe i’m not foldin hands..... but foldin hands perhaps ain’t that important when you’re absolutely sure what you want..... n’ i want ’em to be happy....... i want you to be happy...... i know you don’t like me sayin all this stuff..... n’ maybe i won’t be sayin anythin to you about this...... or maybe i’ll....... i don’t know. it’s strange..but again it’s true..... sometimes i’m even annoyed when you’re not happy......feels like holdin you n’ shakin you very hard..... almost like a threatenin....... “stay happy or i’ll kill you”.... i know that sounds perfectly unfair...... but i never claimed to be a fair person.... n’ you know that as well.
i don’t like when you stay alone..... or for that matter i don’t even like it when you even think of somethin like stayin alone...... you don’t deserve that... “do you get me!!!” n’ for the matter of elaboration..... in the first place...... i don’t even like when your feet did hurt....... n’ i definitely don’t like it when you find yourself alone with a hurt feet...... i don’t like it....... i just don’t.
n’ yeah.... now i’m talkin to the supreme force.....
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- D'yer Mak'er
- “...drifting to the streets of no destination was my eternal passtime... n' then comes the moment of gettin' caught in the swamps of memory... followed by hurried motion of arms n' legs. suffocatin' in the depths of past again n' again. all of these had a custom of layin' myself down in the tracks of reality.. n' then' would come the train of life... tearin' n' shatterin' every part of me. to still carry myself all torn n' withered n' broken was undoubtedly the worst part.”
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who was that for??
anyone i know?
and ur a libran kiddo - how can u say ur nt fair ;-)
who was that for?? anyone i know?
...i don't know if you know but i do know n' you know what?.... i wanna know more!
p.s. oh comeon... obviously you know!
sometimes i think ur either a friggin genius or else just bally mad...
but i suppose we all are- mad i.e although a lot of us wud like to think of ourselves as geniuses :D
about the loser thingie- his n los of existence bud; his n los.
sometimes i think ur either a friggin genius or else just bally mad...
... now there're lots of questions... first of all why the entirety of "the me" is just bounded by two options!!...second of all i saw this "either" thing thats a "bit" disturbin... for why can't i be both??!!!... n' did you just call me "bally" mad... i mean not just plain mad..."bally" mad......eew!! now that's "definitely" disturbin!!
his n los
...are you referrin to HiS n' LoS..yeah....spent sometime decipherin that.... felt his n' los almost meant somethin i wasn't able to understand!!!! yeah..... sometimes i feel this existence thing is a bit too temperamental!!
GRRR....u unlocked th doors for everybody long back and yet what was that on google talk on 14feb?huh?
grrrr
GRRR....
...easy tiger..easy!!!
u unlocked th doors for everybody long back
...oh puhlees.... it wasn't like last christmas or somethin like that.. it's not even a month for that matter... n' i didn't invite no one.... everyone discovered it accidentally... just like you found me once..... n' that "dear" was a long time back!!!!
yet what was that on google talk on 14feb?huh?
... you tell me what was that....
Miss Waves: when r u making ur blog public?
me: do you think i should?
Miss Waves: DEFINITELY!!!!!!!!!!
me: includin those 10 exclaimation marks!!! as well!!!!
Miss Waves: yeah yeah
so ur making it public by today?
me: who knows?
Miss Waves: undecisive!
grrr
me: but what difference wil it make?... now that i've lost my readers
how will they know
if i've come back
i won't be tellin that to 'em
why would i
or rather
why should i?
i neither pretended nor lied.....that was the whole n' whole of the truth....
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